The venue of the design competition was noisy, and the originally empty oval space was filled with laughter, and the sound gradually spread to the aisle next to the holding platform.

In the aisle, staggered footsteps and a hearty laugh were also sounding:

"Mr. Feng, this design competition, you are personally in charge, it's really good, you are the Taishan Beidou in the design industry, feel free to comment a few words, you can benefit us a lot."

At the end of the aisle, the figures of several people turned out, and at the front was an old man with frost-white temples, followed by several middle-aged people in suits and leather shoes, one of whom followed the old man half a step slowly, with a smile on his face and his eyes looking at the old man.

The old man walking in front smiled slightly, looked sideways at the middle-aged man, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile:

"This design competition, after all, is co-branded by the Design Association, and it has to be checked, so that the reputation of the Design Association cannot be damaged, and besides, it can also reduce the burden on the shoulders of you, the general manager, lest you complain that the Design Association only co-branded and does not contribute, isn't it, Hongkai?"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze and glanced at the middle-aged man walking next to him with a smile.

After the old man said this, everyone laughed in unison, and the middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand:

"Mr. Feng, look at what you said, this design competition is the home of designers, although we are the organizer, but without the design association, this event cannot be held."

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, Feng Lao smiled, didn't speak again, turned around, and continued to walk forward.

Just as the old man took two steps, there was a sudden beeping sound in the aisle.

Hearing the sound, everyone lowered their heads and felt their hands into their suit pockets, but while they were scrambling to find their mobile phones, the sound came from the front.

A loud voice sounded, and when everyone raised their eyes, they saw Feng Lao holding a mobile phone in his hand and talking.

Seeing that Feng Lao stopped, the others also stopped, and their eyes looked in the direction of the former from time to time, and in the entire aisle, only Feng Lao's hearty laughter:

"Oh, Siyuan, you said, I've arrived at the venue, haha, my old bones are quite tough, it's nothing."

I saw that the person on the other end of the phone didn't know what he said, and said that Feng Lao laughed.

However, everyone found that Feng Lao listened to the mobile phone, the expression on his face began to be wrong, the curvature of the corners of his mouth began to gradually disappear, and the last face sank, and he said to the mobile phone:

"What, there is such a thing? Okay, I'll handle the design competition. ”

After speaking, he hung up the phone, held the phone in his hand, kept a calm face, and did not speak.

The middle-aged man who had been following him, that is, the general person in charge of the design competition, Zheng Hongkai, glanced at Feng Lao's face, hesitated, and asked:

"Old Feng, what are you?"

Hearing Zheng Hongkai's words, Feng Lao turned his face, stared straight at Zheng Hongkai with a pair of bright eyes, and only looked at the latter and rubbed his hands.

After glancing at Zheng Hongkai, Feng Lao spoke:

"This phone call is from Chairman Han."

Hearing Feng Lao's words, Zheng Hongkai was stunned for a moment, and then a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes:

"Han Siyuan, President Han?"

As soon as he said this, the others also gasped and looked at each other.

Zheng Hongkai was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously asked:

"Then what instructions did Chairman Han give when he called?"

Feng Laozheng had a calm face, and when he heard Zheng Hongkai's question, he immediately turned his gaze, looked at the latter, and sighed slightly:

"Hongkai, this design competition is too high, this is the first one, if it is done well, it will be the Sioka Cup in the Chinese design industry, and you will be the first hero of the design competition."

Listening to Feng Lao's words, Zheng Hongkai nodded again and again:

"As you always say, of course I'll do my best."

Feng Lao narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Zheng Hongkaidao, and said in a deep voice:

"Hongkai, since you want to do a good job, then, you have to pay attention to those who are lucky and start jumping insects, if you let these things jump, our design association will definitely not wade into this troubled water."

Listening to Feng Lao's words, Zheng Hongkai was stunned for a moment, his eyes unconsciously turned from left to right, and after rolling around, his expression suddenly changed, and his face sank.

He pursed his lips, turned his face sideways, and cast his gloomy gaze in the direction of the brightly lit venue.

……

In the middle of the venue, in front of the brightest rectangular platform in the entire venue, there was a row of seats on the far right, and in the middle of the place, there were white and pink figures.

The pink figure swept across the two side-by-side seats, and she twisted her huge fat buttocks, and the chair underneath shook with her, and slammed into the chair on the left.

When she saw the side face of the white figure and a pair of eyes like autumn water, the pink girl hurriedly pulled the corners of her mouth, smiled hehe, twisted her hands together, and tilted her body in the direction of the former:

"Designer Song, it's not me who said, you will definitely win the first place in the design competition this time, this design competition is jointly organized by the Design Association, maybe when the time comes to award the award, the president will personally award you with the award."

Her fat sausage-like fingers, waving in the air, suddenly paused, and a flash of longing flashed in her eyes, and said:

"The president of the design association, Han Siyuan, his grandfather is an internationally renowned fashion designer, his father is an architectural designer, his mother is a jewelry designer, he is very famous in the industry, he himself is also a teenager to become famous, so he can be young, but at the age of thirty-five, he sat in the position of the design association."

Listening to the words of the pink girl, the corners of Song Zhenyi's lips, who were sitting on the side, bent up uncontrollably, she lowered her eyes, but said softly:

"Pink lady, you're joking, what's the first and not the first, it's not necessarily."

Hearing Song Zhenyi's words, the pink girl was stunned for a moment, looking at the former with her eyes down, her bright red lips moving, as if she was about to speak, however, at this time, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, turned her head suddenly, stretched out a sausage and pointed in the direction of the big screen, and howled loudly:

"Designer Song, look, the voting results of the individual competition are out!"

After she finished shouting, Song Zhenyi, who was sitting on her left, frowned, raised her hand to cover her ears, squinted her eyes, glanced at the pink girl sitting on the right, and then rolled her eyelids up slightly, then turned her head and looked at the big screen in front of her.

I saw that on the big screen, countless design drafts flashed on the ground, arranged on the big screen like countless cards.

Underneath each design draft, a series of numbers are followed by a series of numbers, beating from time to time.

The pink girl craned her neck to look at the big screen, and finally simply stood up, her huge body making the people behind her frown.

She looked at the big screen, as if she saw something, sighed, and pressed back weakly, and the two chairs placed side by side suddenly creaked in pain.

She squinted her gaze and caught a glimpse of the white figure sitting next to her, her eyes hidden behind pink sunglasses purred like this, her bright red lips were pulled, and the whole person twisted again, and said with a smile:

"Designer Song, don't worry, I'll help you see your votes."

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at the big screen.

Song Zhenyi was also looking at the big screen, and when she heard the pink girl's words, she rolled her eyes again, ignored it, and still looked straight at the big screen.

I saw that on the big screen, the number of votes under all the design drafts, after beating for a while, suddenly flashed in unison, and then in the next moment, most of them began to disappear, until on the big screen, there were only ten design drafts left, and these design drafts, from high to low, were lined up in a column.

The pink girl looked up, was stunned for a moment, suddenly turned her head, opened her big mouth, and said loudly to Song Zhenyi who was sitting on the side:

"Designer Song, you are in the first place in the number of votes!"

Song Zhenyi was staring at the big screen, and was shouted at by the pink girl, and suddenly trembled, she quickly turned her head, looked at the pink figure next to her, and said with a smile:

"Pink lady, I see that, okay?"

The pink girl covered her face with her big sausage-like hands, turned her head, looked at Song Zhenyi, and sighed:

"Designer Song, you are worthy of being the chief designer of Ling's Haoting Company, and I am only ranked 250......"

As she spoke, the pink girl stretched out a sausage index finger, pointed to the big screen, and pointed to the ceiling, her voice was high and sharp, like a teapot with boiling water, she looked at Song Zhenyi, hidden behind pink sunglasses, but a flash of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

The first place in the individual competition of the design competition, who does not want.

Hearing the words of the pink girl, the corners of Song Zhenyi's mouth couldn't help but rise, pulling out a smug arc, she smiled slightly, but said:

"Where, it's just luck."

Having said that, the corners of her mouth bent up even more, almost hooking the corners of her eyes.

When the pink girl heard Song Zhenyi say this, her eyes rolled, she glanced at the corners of Song Zhenyi's mouth as if she couldn't suppress it, pursed her lips, thought about it, and said again:

"By the way, what is Ye Qinyu just now, I really should let her see your ranking and see what else she has to say."

Song Zhenyi's eyes kept staring at the big screen, and she didn't look back at the pink girl, however, the corners of her mouth rose even more sharply with the words of the pink girl, and a touch of pride flashed in her eyes.

The pink girl glanced at Song Zhenyi's face, and then spoke:

"The one called Ye Qinyu is not as strong as you at all, I also heard about the Ling family before, and those media also said that you plagiarized Ye Qinyu's design draft, heh, it's really ridiculous, I think the woman copied you, just that woman's design draft, you can also come to participate in the design competition? What a joke! ”

Listening to the words of the pink girl, the corners of Song Zhenyi's mouth were still upturned in front of her, and the look in her eyes became more and more proud, however, listening to the back, she didn't know what she heard, her face suddenly changed, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth disappeared.

The pink girl was talking so that the fat on her body trembled, and her hand also nodded in mid-air, as if there was a person in front of her, who was being counted down by her, for a long time, she gasped and said:

"By the way, Designer Song Zhenyi, since I am going to cooperate with Ling's Haoting soon, please take care of it more in the future......"

Before she could finish speaking, she heard a cold shout:

"Enough!"

Interrupted by this cold drink, the pink girl was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened slightly, she turned her head to look at Song Zhenyi, and opened her mouth slightly.

Song Zhenyi looked at the look on the pink girl's face, reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth, and said softly:

"I'm sorry, Ms. Pink, although Qinyu did that to Ling and me, don't say that about her."

Listening to Song Zhenyi's words, the pink girl was stunned for a moment, looked at Song Zhenyi, nodded and said:

"You're right."

After speaking, he straightened his body and sat still, but his eyes still swept to Song Zhenyi from time to time.

Seeing that the pink girl didn't speak, Song Zhenyi's eyes flashed slightly, and then she took her eyes back.

At this time, the big screen flashed again, and suddenly a huge alarm clock jumped out from above, and the sound of ticking and ticking countdown began to sound in the entire venue.

Not far from the entrance, a clear and beautiful figure, hearing the sound of ticking, turned sideways, and a pair of light brown eyes looked at the huge alarm clock on the big screen.

At this moment, Kesha's somewhat hoarse voice sounded behind her:

"Qinyu, the award ceremony of the individual competition is about to start, let's go over."